Forge Master

Lady Countryrose

Ch. 1

Thunk, thunk. Thorin swinging his forge hammer. Each swing, he swung, he pictures his lost home. Taking by force. The Dragon of the North, Smaug.

Every day, his anger festers and builds. Taking out his anger on the weapons he forged. Making them stronger and durable. He would them, only to hear them sing. Then he would know, it was a working best, for the metal that he was given.

When the forge work runs out. It was time for him to travel to the next town. It was on his travels, sleeping under the stars. That urged him to wish for something different.

"Grandfather, father, I wish I can get our home back." It was then he noticed a star, blinking at him. Causing him to hop onto his feet to look at it. "Lead me to the person that can help me. Or have that person stumble their way to me.

"By Durin's grace, please help me. Lead me, somewhere!"

"Miss Hermione Granger," Thorin had heard a distant male voice. "The war is nearly over. What are you going to do?"

"What were you planning, Headmaster Dumbledore? Was the only way to win the war, was to have Voldemort kill him?" He heard a distressed female.

"Sadly, it was the only way. Lord Voldemort had marked his equal. In order for it to go away, it was for him to kill Harry. If it was Harry's wish to live again, he could."

Thorin did not like the elder man. He sounded like an elder wizard he heard about. Both with plans that could cause pain to others.

He heard the female sighed. "Why did you ask about my plans?"

"I have a request for you, my dear. Someone needs your help. More life-threatening than Harry or Ron requires of you. The man needs your help, getting his home back from a Dragon."

Thorin gasped, "What… how could he know? Who is this, Hermione Granger?" He looked towards the sky. Since the voices were coming from there.

"A Dragon! Headmaster, I don't think I could go against a Dragon! But to help this person, who is he?"

Thorin shook his head. He pointed to the sky, growling, "NO! I WON'T ALLOW THIS!"

"His name is Thorin Oakenshield. Once prince and second in line to being a king."

"STOP! TALKING!"

"The Lonely Mountain was his home. His kingdom, the mines of Erebor. He is the line of Durin, a Dwarf."

Thorin fell to his knees in despair. Feeling his control of his life, slipping through his fingers. Closing his eyes. He was proud of being a Dwarf. But man hated him because of it, due to his long life.

"A Dwarf," giggled Hermione. "Really, Headmaster, they are found in books!"

"True, but they lived ages ago. Long far back, even muggles called 2941 BC or so. Which is where I'm asking you to go."

Thorin raised his eyebrows. "It's TA 2941. What is this BC that they're talking about?"

"That… far back? Shouldn't he have gotten that help?"

Thorin from the amount of time he has heard her talk, the more he wanted to hear her. He felt drawn to her.

"He died, Hermione. Because the kind of help he wanted wasn't what he fully needed. He does need to get his home back. But why, may have been his downfall. What he believed to be his king's stone, would get him killed."

"I died, the Arkenstone is going to get me killed?" It was then he remembered that once the stone was found. The Dragon came, just as it drove his grandfather mad. "Is it a curse and not a king's stone?"

"Hermione, you must go back in time. You must save Thorin Oakenshield, even from himself! Please!"

"I… what about Harry and Ron? Wouldn't they still need me?"

"Miss Weasley has Harry under her thumb. While the same could be said about Miss Brown and Ron."

Thorin could only imagine the woman to be upset. But what he heard sounded off, even to him.

A sigh was heard. "Is there a way to get my parents' memories back?"

"Short from torture, no. They will live out their lives, without any knowledge of you. I am sorry, Hermione."

Thorin looked up at the sky. Seeing it open up. Only to see a young woman in strange clothes. Looking lost, confused, but her eyes. She looked like she couldn't come up with anything else. Just as her eyes flashed with resolve for what she was about to do.

"Fine," she growled out to the moving painting. "I'll go back and save this Thorin Oakenshield from himself."

"Good." The elder man in the painting smiled. "Learn to live, Miss Granger."

"Headmaster?"

The elder man raised his painted hand, waved it towards the women.

"Hogwarts, lend me your power. I call for Ravenclaw's hidden secret." The man knocked three times on his frame. "Open a vortex through time. Long before the age of magic was known."

The elder man knocked three more times on his frame. "I, Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Hogwarts, lend me your power. I call for Ravenclaw's hidden secret."

Another set of three knocks sounded. "Drop Hermione Granger to Thorin Oakenshield, back to 2941 TA."

The stars moved around the image of the young woman. Showing a hidden vortex. Just as, something was pulling her towards where Thorin was.

An echo of another set of three knocks had sounded. "Hogwarts, lend me your power. Drop Hermione Granger to Thorin Oakenshield, back to 2941 TA."

Within moments, a flash of bright light cut through the darkness. Just as, something or someone fell on top of Thorin. Once his eyesight cleared. He opened his eyes, to see the young, curly-haired woman was laying on top of him.

"Hermione Granger," he asked in a deep, gruff voice.

"Thorin Oakenshield," she asked with a disbelieving voice. She gulped, just before she rolled off of him. Only to sit on the ground.

Thorin pushed himself to sit up. Giving her a questioning look. "What are you to do, when you're far from home?"